Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(76)

“Yeah. You got a problem with that?”

“No, just asking, since it looks really good on you,” Clarice replied. “Just add a week’s worth of stubble; then you have yourself a barbaric caveman.”

“Hah? A barbaric caveman. That’s a good one.” Hunter laughed. “And you look like a medieval old woman who just had a roll in the hay.” He motioned to her crinkled blouse, which he had just noticed for the first time. What had she been doing last night to to be in this condition?

“Hunter!” Clarice had enough of this bickering. Of course her clothes were all wrinkled because of what happened last night with Anton.

“What? Giving up your verbal fight already?” he asked slyly.

Clarice was fuming underneath her cool demeanor, but since she was the older one, she had to compose herself like a responsible adult would when the younger party refused to back down.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to argue with adults?” she asked.

“I don’t consider you an adult. After all, you’re just an avocado,” Hunter said.

“You!” Clarice clamped her mouth shut again. She knew if she continued to converse with Hunter, she could guarantee colorful profanity would come gushing out of her lips. There was no use talking to him at all.

“I’m leaving,” she said.

“Wait! I haven’t finished playing with you yet,” Hunter said, holding her in place.

“I’m not a toy, Hunter. Go and find someone else for your amusement.” She struggled within his grasp.

“I don’t want to find another. You’re amusing enough already. I want to continue playing with you,” Hunter confessed, not really understanding what he meant by that himself.

“Dear heavens, let me ask you something.” She stopped her struggling and took a deep breath, then turned her eyes toward Hunter.

“What is it?” Hunter asked, surprised.

“Don’t you have anything to do in life?” Clarice began her lecture. “Why are you constantly annoying me all the time like this? Why don’t you take your time to help society or contribute to the community or something? You have a job, right? Why do I always see you wandering around like you have nothing to do? I’m telling you; stop this wayward style of yours. It doesn’t benefit anyone, especially yourself.”

“Clarice, stop.” Hunter didn’t like hearing about his wayward, Casanova life. It just hurt. He knew he was stupid. He knew his behavior was beyond repair, but how could he stop? He just needed a human body to make him go to sleep. Last night was the very first night he had sleep soundly, after sharing intimate moments with his mysterious goddess.

“No, you need to hear this.” Clarice continued. “I know we’re still strangers, even though I feel like I’ve known you like a lifetime already, but please, just stop it with that—”

“Clarice, stop!” Hunter repeated.

But Clarice didn’t pay Hunter any heed as she continued with her lecture. “I mean, what happens if you get someone pregnant?”

“Clarice, stop talking now!” Hunter demanded, his voice increasing another octave.

But Clarice didn’t notice his temper darkening, so she just continued lecturing him. “Will you marry her? Will you change your Casanova ways? How are you going to support her? I’m only telling you this as a big sister would because you are younger than—”

Hunter snapped. And to shut her up, he crushed his lips onto hers, forcing her to stop talking, forcing her to stop lecturing him. But by God, it was delicious. It felt like last night with his mysterious goddess all over again.